Work — текст песни (John Cale)

Words and music: lou reed & john cale



Andy was a catholic, the ethic ran through his bones

He lived alone with his mother, collecting gossip and toys

Every sunday when he went to church

Hed kneel in his pew and say, "its just work,

All that matters is work."



He was a lot of things, what I remember most

Hed say, "ive got to bring home the bacon, someones got to bring home the roast."

Hed get to the factory early

If youd ask him hed tell you straight out

Its just work, the most important thing is work

No matter what I did it never seemed enough

He said I was lazy, I said I was young

He said, "how many songs did you write? "

Id written zero, Id lied and said, "ten."

"you wont be young forever

You should have written fifteen"

Its work, the most important thing is work

Its work, the most important thing is work



"you ought to make things big

People like it that way

And the songs with the dirty words - record them that way"

Andy liked to stir up trouble, he was funny that way

He said, "its just work, all that matters is work"

Andy sat down to talk one day

He said decide what you want

Do you want to expand your parameters

Or play museums like some dilettante

I fired him on the spot, he got red and called me a rat

It was the worst word that he could think of

And Ive never seen him like that

Its just work, I thought he said its just work

Work, he said its just work



Andy said a lot of things, I stored them all away in my head

Sometimes when I cant decide what I should do

I think what would andy have said

Hed probably say you think too much

Thats cause theres work that you dont want to do

Its work, the most important thing is work

Work, the most important thing is work